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| Waiting for Emma |
Sunday night we took Connor to spend the next few days with Aunt Colette. I had false contractions the whole time I was there and thought for sure, either at Colette's or on the way home, my water would break. But again, no.
We came home that night, made sure the house was all clean and that everything was in order for when we would "get the call". With Connor the call came at 1:30 in the morning, so of course we slept terrible that night. Always waking up, going to the bathroom, checking the phone. Our phone did ring at 6:30am and they said they had a bed for us. So we loaded up and made the 40 minute drive to Scottsdale Healthcare.
It was nice to actually be driving there in daylight, before rush hour traffic. We chatted about what we expected, how we were nervous or scared, excited and glad that this day was finally here. 40 weeks and 3 days into the pregnancy, Emma was finally going to make her appearance.
After waiting to be admitted and many fire alarms later (false of course) we finally got checked into our suite were we would be spending most of the day. We met our nurse Julie (AMAZING!!) and after getting everything attached and IV's in, she checked me to show that I was only 2 cm but was already contracting about 8-10 minutes apart (hence false labor the night before). So Emma had started the process but was still going slow. They started my IV drip to get things going and now all we had to do is wait.
Julie came back at about 10 am and let us know that my Doctor was delievering another baby at another hospital in the city at 1:30 and wouldn't be here till about 3pm. Since I was beginning to dialate faster, she took my off my IV. Great I thought, now I have to sit here and wait all day to have this baby, when we were doing so well at getting dialated.
We pretty much just hung out in the room, Jonathan of course was there and so was my mom and mother in law. It was so great having them there for there was a time when I began to not feel well and had the shakes really bad. I was breathing thru some moderate contractions, shaking and began to feel light headed. They managed to calm me down and with a little oxygen, I was back to normal. Im sure with everything going on it was just alot of excitement (and lack of food).
3pm came and went. Julie came back in again to tell me the doctor would be here at about 4 but did have another baby ready to be delivered at another hosptial but would stop to deliver Emma first (finally!) I had had my epidoral for a while (since about noon) and my water broke around 3 which was funny because we didn't even know this time around ha ha! When Dr. Harris got there at 4pm she checked me and I was only at 9.5 cm. Just a little more to go! She decided to give me another 30 minutes to get to 10cm before the pushing. I was fine with that.
In the birth of Connor, we pushed for over 2 hours and it was exhausting and brutal. My recovery was a couple weeks and I was in pain for a long time. Jonathan and I had decided that we were not going to do that again, that we would wait until Emma was fully ready to be pushed out. I also made sure to excerise regularly, eat right and drink plenty of water so that this birth recovery would be easier.
4:45 the Dr came back in, still at 9.5cm. Julie felt terrible that she stopped my IV to let me contract on my own and didn't turn it back on but I didn't blame her, I was ok with waiting till Emma was ready. Dr Harris gave me the option, begin pushing now and risk pushing for an hour or longer, or wait till I got to 10. Emma was fine health wise with a strong heartbeat and great blood pressure so it didn't really matter. We decided to wait. Dr Harris then left to go deliver the other baby. More waiting.
6pm rolled around and I felt ready, with every contraction (that was 1 to 2 minutes apart) I felt the urge to push. Julie had me do some practice pushes but had me stop for she was afraid that Emma would come flying out. Dr Harris came in at about 6:15 and let me know, it was time to push this little girl into the world.
I was scared, nervous and excited, our little girl was finally on her way! Jon and I did a prayer right before we began to push, that this would be quick and that everything would be fine. He grabbed my hand, the Dr turned around and said. "Ok, give me a push!"
Well, I gave her 2 pushes and Emma's little head came out first. Dr Harris let me know that she saw the head but had a little surprise. "We have Diamonds" she said to Julie. Julie smiled and nodded her head (I had no idea what that meant at the time) "And we also have Pearls" she said. Julie looked around and the Dr. continued. "I've seen this before, its rare but we've got this." Diamonds mean that the cord was wrapped around her neck, Pearls meant twice. They had to cut the cord before Emma was out for it was a little tight and was beginning to cut off her oxygen flow. I gave another push and she came out and I heard that beautiful cry and began to cry myself. Such a sigh of relief! Emma was here! They put her on my chest while Jon "cut the cord" and then they quickly took her away. I only heard her cry that one time and all I could see was the nurses working on her. No one looked panicked so I wasn't, I really felt God was with us at that moment so I wasn't alarmed (although with what I know now I might have been ha ha!), I could see her moving and the nurses working on her so I wasn't concerned. As one nurse said, she was a little "shell shocked" The cord being wrapped as it was and having to cut the cord when they did, caused some low oxygen to Emma. Her hands and feet had lost color (see below) but after about 30 minutes, her color was coming back and she was moving more. Emma was in the clear :) She still didn't cry much but that is just how Emma was.
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| Another big Kolson Baby! |
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| Proud "Gammie" Kathi and "Babcia" Gina |
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| Couldn't have done it without these two, Julie and Jonathan |
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| Connor meeting Emma |
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| The "complete" Kolson Family |
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| Time to go home! |
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| Emma Marie Kolson 09/24/2012 8lbs 1oz 6:38 pm Scottsdale, AZ |
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